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    Here is some poems writing by me and I am curies which sentences of the poem you like.Please keep in mind they are translated and originals are more betters

    DEAD FISH

    Could a single smile remend
    This cold seperation I could never seem to cover
    ...with time my happiness dwindles,
    what manifests must do so with haste
    for im too close to pain

    its been a while since ive been writting poems,
    since ive been singing songs,
    since ive memorized touching verses
    with time it grows, almost as if with time...
    i am becomming !..

    becomming european, becomming numb, like a furtive masochist,
    my body is subject to,
    I cause myself agony, rendering myself loveless
    inside me are cliffs
    i live for myself, cry for myself
    myself becomes violent

    Hit the shore do the dead fish
    dead, yet still unwilling
    of of.. im in distress
    loves are in the sewers,
    becomming an abomination, i am

    whatever will come of this lonelyness, what will come
    a man will arrive, will take a woman, will love her
    will caress her, ... not a chance
    when the body hits the shore no touch will wake her



    2011, BY LOLA SWIFT, before my birthday


    -- DARLING, I CRY ----

    so am I always like that ?
    When I almost reached you
    someone else steels you from me
    ...I am all Naked ...

    I've been running in the streets
    cant get you love, I cant
    I am too late to dress you by fire
    too late...
    so am I always like that !..

    When I call your name
    The wind flies you out of my shaky hands
    I've been running after you,
    ...Barefoot ...
    My destiny is broken glass,
    I cry my darling
    I cry ...


    LOLA SWIFT 2010
    Last edited by LOLA_; 01-14-2011, 10:19 PM.
    THE BEST of LOLA
    Contact number : 416-4516442


    PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

    https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

  • #2
    Those are beautiful Lola! Thanks for sharing... I never knew you wrote poetry

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Clone 0101 View Post
      Those are beautiful Lola! Thanks for sharing... I never knew you wrote poetry
      Thanks for your kind words, I finished university about literature I have 4 years university degree about literature and have a book.Its something different I do.Because I dont want to loose my humanity just being a whore , luv you , Lola
      THE BEST of LOLA
      Contact number : 416-4516442


      PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

      https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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      • #4
        ...

        This is something to truly appreciate. Very nice to see ladies such as Lola who have the courage to display their talents like this.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Rantsalot View Post
          This is something to truly appreciate. Very nice to see ladies such as Lola who have the courage to display their talents like this.
          The four o?clock flower

          All night until the morning,
          would sulk the four o?clock flower
          on top of everything else,
          the branches would flower before its season,
          and the spring would come, then, you
          would leave right away

          if you stayed,
          only if you did, my heart would be devoted to you
          for you, making love is life
          and that was it

          LOLA, 1999
          THE BEST of LOLA
          Contact number : 416-4516442


          PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

          https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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          • #6
            More

            Love as Capital

            A dirty rose on the bed, all left over from last night,
            all lowly,
            Goes, follows, unwanted, knowingly still goes,
            knows last hands are over
            Goes, knowing that he knows?

            On top of a ship he embarks another journey,
            without a route, squinting, looks around,
            says ?I must??
            his heart will take this also, just like it took all others
            he doesn?t want to get used to the separation,
            pours this melancholic tune into himself, writes another poem
            since each love is a verse for the poet
            since each pain is content
            since each betrayal is capital for the prose

            must he stay when he is petrified,
            no!... darkness from end to end, light from top to bottom,
            poet is fond of these situations

            imprisoned in his own room,
            sleepless, half open eyes, cold
            his half eaten dinner, his smoke
            his cowardly love affairs that he changes like he changes his shoes
            this is his reality
            his hands are free with all colours, yet he can command black
            grey and waters that run muddy
            whatever falls from his pen to the paper; is what all that he has to say
            since each beginning is a story
            each defeat is a rhyme to the prose

            when the word is uttered, will it sound like this, is language used like this?
            you would call a cat, an animal, he would a shooting star
            the light would flow, thunder strikes, walls bring down other walls
            you wouldn?t see, yet he, would write a book from the cracks,
            sobbing, a mother waking up, somebody leaving, the blanket of time
            come, please don?t keep exact time
            either be late for three minutes, or come an hour early
            I don?t want to be the one always to find you

            each expectation is a word,
            each departure is a verse,
            each wait is a delayed hope to the prose

            İstanbul strikes, Ankara makes one weep, Diyarbakır remains silent
            hometowns are far away countries
            which love was left where
            year, day, time, names
            diary entries without a beginning or an end,
            left half done, unreachable compilations
            when you read that poem five times, he already knows the author by heart
            should let it be, one spring day the season should get confused
            if it rains that?s when I have aches
            his wish is not the desire but the failure to reach
            each wish is a grievance,
            each utopia is a possibility,
            each journey is the doorway to another for the poet

            LOLA , 2006
            THE BEST of LOLA
            Contact number : 416-4516442


            PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

            https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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            • #7
              Do you have any poems about your big cock?
              I am Greep, hear me roar

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              • #8
                Originally posted by greep View Post
                Do you have any poems about your big cock?
                he he he i cant write it , paper not gonna be enough or screen gonna be tight for it
                there is always good thing gets cut off by dirty minds
                THE BEST of LOLA
                Contact number : 416-4516442


                PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

                https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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                • #9
                  Your poems are truly beautiful, they have touched my heart. Thank you Lola.

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                  • #10
                    Kinda cheesy, but yeah

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                    • #11
                      they are good thanks!!

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by spyk View Post
                        Your poems are truly beautiful, they have touched my heart. Thank you Lola.
                        thanks guys for the compliments

                        whatever will come of this lonelyness, what will come
                        a man will arrive, will take a woman, will love her
                        will caress her, ... not a chance
                        when the body hits the shore no touch will wake her
                        THE BEST of LOLA
                        Contact number : 416-4516442


                        PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

                        https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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                        • #13
                          Drowning in cheesecake

                          These poems are kind of sad. I'm starting to feel depress and have an urge to overindulge myself with some cheesecake.
                          "The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money costs less." -Brendan Francis :D

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                          • #14
                            VIDEO of Lola

                            Originally posted by maddplotter View Post
                            These poems are kind of sad. I'm starting to feel depress and have an urge to overindulge myself with some cheesecake.
                            They are sad but real, I am a very happy person inside, but like any one have emotions...My self is my therapist .Love you
                            Last edited by LOLA_; 01-15-2011, 10:31 PM.
                            THE BEST of LOLA
                            Contact number : 416-4516442


                            PART OF MY JOB, TO KNOW WHERE I PLACE MY HANDS, MY LIPS , MY TONGUE , MY LEGS EVEN MY THOUGHTS...I CAN BECOME YOUR FIRST KISS OR ANY IMAGE YOU DREAM IN A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE...AM I YOUR SECRETARY , STUDENT, TEACHER, GF, SEX SLAVE, OR MISTRESS...??

                            https://twitter.com/ShemaleLola

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                            • #15
                              Well, that's nice to hear. Love you too, cheesecake!
                              "The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money costs less." -Brendan Francis :D

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